Chapter 9: Dom-Dom the Decepticon!

( I have redone some of this chapter, for those that have read it before I edited it, sorry I burned your eyes with my horrible writing)

Domi was by no chance a happy femme right now, quite the opposite in fact.

"Stupid fucking pile of triangles" Starscream was always mucking things up. She would try to do something, Starscream would ruin it. He'd just come waltzing in with that stupid 'all holier than thou' smile and fuck her whole day up!

Now… Domi was a very nice, fun person.

BUT NOT WHEN A STUPID PILE OF CHA-CHA HEEL WEARING TRIANGLES CAME INTO IT!

Domi seethed on the inside, she didn't like being angry, she didn't like being a robot or being in this stupid fandom! This was Corvin's domain, not hers.

Oh, why oh why couldn't she have been thrown into another fandom? Sherlock, Merlin, Free, she wasn't picky. But no, the bitch known as Fate just had to throw her into this one! The one she could not stand!

Domi took in a deep vent, calming her enraged frame before proceeding down the halls of the Nemesis. She was heading to the training room to vent her anger of some dummies rather than the silver robots that walked around in numbers. What were they called? Beamicons? Whatever.

Reaching the room she poked a button that made the door whoosh back to let her enter. The room was spacious and colored dull silver. A shooting range stood off in one corner while several hitting dummies stood on the other side. Several of the small silver robots were cluttered around the training mats, sparring and shooting the targets… missing by a good foot…

Domi raised an optical ridge; this was how they trained their warriors? These mechs couldn't shoot the target from three feet away! Domi made a misbelieving sound. She pitied these robots, these stupid, blind robots that probably couldn't tell a screw from a hammer. Domi made her way over to the firing range, which was closed off from the rest of the room for safety. She opened the soundproof door and walking in before closing it behind her and walking to one of the empty stalls. Optics followed her every movement, from the way she her body swayed with each step or how her arms moved. Many stopped shooting, the sight of a femme too enticing to ignore.

Most of them had never even seen a real living femme, besides that Autobot femme but no one ever got a real good look without getting decked in the face, but know what they looked like due to holovids that the older drones had shown them… they were a lot prettier in real life, especially when they weren't trying to kill you.

Domi picked up an Ion Blaster-not that she knew what the hell it was called- and took aim. She fired multiple times, her shots missing the target by a few inches. Domi frowned, damn it. She didn't know how to do this! She was a fashion designer! Not a sniper! She was supposed to work with cloth and needles, not guns and swords. Domi sighed and adjusted her grip, bringing the gun back up and firing.

Wondering why she was using a gun? Well, she hadn't exactly learned how to transform yet. It was something she just didn't want to do. It would be like accepting her condition, and she didn't want to.

Her shots seemed to inch closer to target until it clipped the side, then another line in. She continued, venting her anger on the unexceeding target, planting holes all through it, until it was a covered, well almost covered. The inside rings only had a few holes in them, while the bull's-eye was untouched. This only served to irritate Domi further as she let out all her frustration that had built up over the past few weeks from not being able to see her trine to Starscream and his leering. Her optics flared a bright red as she exhaled and shot once more.

The shot hit the white line just by the bull's-eye. Close enough.

Domi placed the overheated gun down, the gun clattering to the stall's table. The target was swinging from the few inches of metal that was left at the top. Domi huffed before exiting the shooting range, her arms numb from the kick-back of the gun.

The vehicons stared at the black and green femme that just tore through the target, all of them captivated by her anger and persistence. Domi glared at her ogling crowd, hissing at them. She sure as hell didn't want any of them; she didn't bend that way and sure as hell wasn't going for a robot!

"Fuck off, dipshits." She hissed, barring her metal teeth. The drones didn't move. Domi turned, moving out of the training room and down the hall. She passed more of the robots, all staring at her legs, chest, hips and face. Usually it would give her a real ego boost, but not now when she was frustrated. Domi found her quarters, typing in her code and entering the room, the door closing and locking with a 'click' behind her. The room was bare, besides a bed and a small desk. Domi moved to the cold bed, lying down and opening her bond wide. She poked her conections, earning a poke back.

'Hello~, Dom-ee-tron! How's life on the bad side of the bed?' Corvin asked with an amused tone.

'Oh, shut up, Corvin. You know how it's going!'

'Two shakes of a horse ass?' Corvin commented with an obvious smile in her voice.

'Yea- CORVIN!' Domi's face scrunched up.

'Ehehehe' Corvin cackled over the bond as Domi caught her joke.

'Ugh, I hate you so much. Where's Vela? At least she can go five minutes without saying horse, ass, or dick in every other sentence.' Domi poked Corvin hard through the bond, earning a laugh from the other side.

'Oh, she's with Bee, bitch got mad game. She and Bee are… purrrrfect for one another.' Domi could just feel Corvin snap her fingers and point them in her direction in a 'gotcha' way. That girl and her damn puns…

'No, no puns! You don't get to do puns!'

'But that's no… pun~' Corvin was obviously doing this to piss her off, never wuld she actually do this horrible of puns otherwise.

'That was so bad I'm about to throw up'

'Aim for Starscream, he's the reason I had to pick rocks out of Optimus' seams. It was horrible!'

'So your robo-boyfriend ain't getting you off anymore?'

'Oh, no. He's made me take many a cold showers, but being around him… and unable to grope…'Corvin made the sound of someone dying.

'Sounds heartbreaking' Domi said with obvious sarcasm.

'I swear! All that beautiful bod, but being unable to touch!' Corvin whined dramatically into Domi's spark. That girl was two types of crazy that Domi was sure to never understand. She was almost in love with that stupid robot! Domi shivered, robots were gross.

'You know I can fucking hear your thoughts, right?' Domi jumped, she had been thinking into her bond on accident, not used to having one just yet. 'And I am not in love with him!'

'I said almost, not all the way!'

'And robots are not gross!'

'yes, they are. They are all metal and oil and gross blue glowy shit!'

'It's called energon!'

'Glowing blue nasty shit!'

'You are made of that "Glowing blue nasty shit"! You are saying you are a nasty shit and gross?'

'In this form I sure as hell am!'

'Pff!' Corvin made a sound of disbelief into her spark, before laughing at what she had just said. 'Can I call you "my little shit" now?'

'No'

'Aww! But you just said it yourself!'

'I can say it because it is about me, you cannot.'

'You are no fun.'

'I'm a fucking robot; I don't have to be anything but pissed right now.' Corvin was silent for a moment.

'So, is Starscream as annoying as I think he is?'

'Oh, so annoying! He won't stop leering at me, and trying to touch me! It's so fucking nasty!'

'Eww! Run girl, run! He'll bring you down with him! Pull some ninja moves, do a backflip! Claim loyalty to Megatron! Do something to get him away!'Yes, Corvin was being a bit dramatic, but all in good nature.

'I shall! He's so gross."

"Gonna tell him you don't swing that way?'

'I do not want the metallic D!' Corvin laughed at Domi's immediate response.

'What about the metallic V?' Domi paused.

'Do they even call them vaginas here?'

'Naw, they're called valves, so metallic V would still work.'

'Well, what's a dick?'

'It's called a spike.'

'All I can imagine when you say that is someone like… shoving a railroad spike up someone's vagina.'

'DOMI!' The pair laughed hysterically

'So does that mean instead of horny for Optimus, you are spiky?

'Ugh, no, Domi! Stop!'

'You gonna shove a railroad spike up his vagina?!' Domi and Corvin howled with laughter.

'Oh my God, no! Shut up, Domi, shut up!' Coolant tears were running down Domi's face, she was laughing so hard. The two calmed down after a while of laughing, both heaving and breathless.

'…This place is so fucked up'

'yu' Just got to get the hang of it'

'Says the truck humper'

'Ya know what? That truck's got a fine rear end, and I wouldn't mind doing a little tush push' A purr was in her voice.

'EWW! I did not need that mental image!' Domi covered her face with her servos, hiding her disgusted, but amused grin.

'Mwahahaha!'

'We should try and get together soon, ditch the factions for the day and go do something.'

'I wish! Autobots are riding my ass! They must always know where everyone is at all times or you are automatically a traitor! It sucks royal dick!' Corvin grouched.

'Don't you mean… Royal spike?'

'Ohhhh!'

'Ohhh!'

'Dude why?!'

'You brought it up first.'

'You brought up the metallic D'

'But you brought up sex!'

'No, you did. About Starscream.'

'But you did about Optimus!'

'… I did, dint I?'

'Yep.'

'It's always me.'

'Well, you're a pervert in your prime.' Domi didn't realize what she had said until it was out of her mouth.

'Damn right I am!' Corvin screamed into the bond.

'THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!'

'I'm all up in that! Oh, so up and… coming!'

'Fuck your puns!'

'BA-DUM TSS!' Corvin was great to talk with one of her trine again. Corvin and Vela were both at the Autobot base, while she was here at the Decepticon's, with that stupid pile of triangles. She didn't regret her decision to join the opposing faction; she was still pissed as hell at them for what they did to them and what they put them through. She just wished that they were there with her, to brighten up the place a bit, and to help her beat the ever loving shit out of the cha-cha heel wearing creep. Another thought crept up into Domi's mind…

She wanted to go home.

She had a life there! She was a successful fashion designer, with her own studio and workers to boss around. She had an apartment with Corvin and Vela on the same floor. She had her cats and her friends and she was happy!

But now she was here… living Corvin's dream.

Domi sighed, if anything, she would stick through this with Corvin. Domi knew that she'd want to stay until the bitter end, so she would, too.

Domi's comm. pinged.

'I have to go, Corvin. Duty calls.'

'Auf Wiedersehn, mien Frau!'

'Did you just call me your wife in German?'

'Ich spreche kein Englisch!'

'Pff, bye you idiot.'

'Good-bye, Dom-ee-tron!' The bond faded into the background of her spark as she focused on her comm.

::Hello?::

:: Hnnn, Domi~:: Ugh, Starscream. She hated the way he would purr her name out! It was so fucking nasty!

::Yes?::

:: You are needed in the control room, be here in five breems! :: The comm. cut off. Rude!

'What is a breem?' She poked through the bond.

'Basically a minute'

'Thanks.'

'No problem'

Domi stood, stretching from her now-warm berth. Talking with Corvin and hearing how she and Vela were doing really helped her mood. Domi exited her quarters, walking down the hall and towards the command center. She reached her destination without any mishaps and entered.

The room was dark and foreboding, the lights set on dim, but the monitors bright, casting eerie shadows this way and that. The only colors in the room were black, purple and silver. Domi scrunched her face plates, this place needed a serious makeover.

A long walkway hung in the middle of the room, a floor higher than the terminal area below. It was made so those superior could look down upon their underlings. Large windows that also served as the largest screens on the Nemesis were stationed at the front of the room. And standing in front of those windows was none other than her least favorite cha-cha heel wearing pile of triangles: Starscream.

Oh, forgive her! Lord Starscream!

Domi huffed back a sarcastic laugh. The only thing that bot could lead to was failure!

Starscream turned, his red optics brightening upon sight of Domi and her beautifully curved black and green frame. His mouth parted in a leering, but surprisingly charming smile.

"Ah, my favorite femme." He purred, optics drilling into hers. Domi didn't like it, nor did she like him. Domi refrained from rolling her optics; she didn't want to deal with him. "You are probably wondering why I summoned you," she nodded. "There has been an energy signal. Relatively weak, but I need you to go see to it." Domi nodded again before there was another ping in her message box. "You shall be working with one of the new Decepticons on board… Breakdown."

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Domi groaned, dust was in her gears. Another reason to hate being a robot! A blue mech was walking with her; he was a bit shorter than her with an orange face and a larger chassis.

Looked like he had boobs.

And he was hitting on her… but not as bad as Starscream. He was actually being quite cute about it.

"Your colors flow so beautifully, wonder nobody has come for your servo yet." And he looked her in the optics! Which was a plus in her book.

The scanner in Breakdown's servos beeped, detecting energon nearby. Breakdown moved his helm in the direction the detector showed him the energon was. The two walked in silence for a while for covert means.

"You know what that round thing is? You're smarter than you let on." A small, Japanese voice stated.

"And even dumber than he looks," Breakdown jutted in. They walked through an arch in the rock, two beings –an Autobot and a human- came into view.

"Breakdown…" The Autobot said, his blue optics not straying from the yellow pair Breakdown possessed.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Domi placed her servos on her hips, but was ignored by all except the human who giggled, looking her up and down. Breakdown laughed.

"Miss me?" He mocked.

"Like rust in my undercarriage." The Autobot bit back. What was his name? Hardhead?

"You know this lunkhead?" the girl human asked.

"We have a history…"

"And you have a pet!" Sarcastically happy, "Does it play catch?" Breakdown proceeded to yank one of the pillars of marble out of the ground. Domi hissed, those were ancient! And he was just going to destroy it?! "Catch!" the heaved the pillar in the direction of the human. But the Autobot got in the way.

"Miko stay down!" the Autobot yelled. Breakdown looked to her.

"Me and Bulkhead go way back," Oh, that was his name! "Just let me have him, sit tight unless there is an opening?" he stated it as a suggestion, and Domi found it hard not to agree. She nodded once again.

"Kick Auto-ass." She demanded, the mech in front of her grinned before jumping into the dust cloud. He proceeded to tussle with the Autobot, throwing him around and breaking stuff. Domi observed her surroundings, taking in the picture of the golden orb. Breakdown quickly finished with Bulkhead, breaking the picture in the process.

"Opps, hope the pretty picture wasn't too important." He grinned before transforming and pealing out of the excavation site and away from the Autobot and the human. Domi ran after him, her long legs keeping stride with the racing truck. Her peds clanked heavily against the ground, her peds leaving groves in the ground. Domi clicked her comm.

"Soundwave, a bridge would be delightful." Her request was fulfilled not a moment later as a portal thing opened in front of her. She and Breakdown raced through, their bodies buzzing from the bridge. Domi came to a sliding stop, her metal feet screeching on the ground. Starscream and a red mech stood waiting.

"So?" Starscream demanded as the red mech looked her up and down.

"Energon harvester." The seeker mech grinned at Breakdown's words.

"Excellent" He purred. The red mech stood forward, still looking at her.

"And who is this beautiful specimen?" Ewww, another one! Domi had to admit that his voice was rather pleasant to the audio, not like Starscream and his winy, scratchy voice!

"My name is Domi." She informed, folding her arms over her chassis.

"Hm, pretty name for a pretty femme." Blegh, she's so done! Domi looked at Starscream.

"Are we done? Can I go?" The red mech didn't seem effected by her words as he gazed over her frame.

"Yes, Domi. You may leave." Starscream waved her servo and Domi turned on heel and left, leaving three mechs looking after her… well after her ass that is. Domi couldn't bring herself to care, she was tired and her berth was singing louder than her disgust.

Stupid robots.

AN: Whooo! DOM-DOM THE DECEPTICON! Love ya Dom-ee-tron! This was for you!

Ok, so yeah, updates are slow, but they are worth it right?

Im taking German classes, that's why there is that little tidbit of German in there.

SweetSpark22: Even so, I don't like spoiling things, less of a surprise, ya know? I do that sometimes too, the skipping to the last page, just to see. I don't understand what is going on until the end, but it works. Im able to predict movies, any movie I watch I can say what the ending is. The thing you predict with Corvin, well as I've said before, not wrong but not right. You will have to see~ :3 By 'how it happened' I don't know how exactly you meant it. It could have been entirely innocent, or very perverted… like me. I'm very perverse, that is how I write this story! Im glad I have notdiss appointed you and I shall try to continue.

DesendraRecess: I aim to please, I enjoyed writing that little part, too. I don't want Corvin to be in control… but sadly she has something holding her seductive smex making side back. I shall continue on!

Till all are one!~